Chapter 43: One Strike's Might

d nodded vigorously.On the other side, the fortune teller half-kneeled down and swept his hand across the ground. The grass and trees withered away, and the stone color condensed. A smooth, round ston...esolutely dispelled by the Buddha's light. Every petal of the descending blood lotus, meant to eradicate all beings, withered and fell.The mouse, now spitting blood, continued to roar with laughter:...